Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.
No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.