The best things beyond their measure cloy.

The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.

Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile

To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.

Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth!