Too many kings can ruin an army
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.
Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.