The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.