Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.

One rogue leads another.

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.

The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.