If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

And empty words are evil.