There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.
What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.