The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
When are people going to learn? Democracy doesn't work.
Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.