The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.

The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.

His descent was like nightfall.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

By their own follies they perished, the fools.

Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them, or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no need to go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is only a bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spirit urge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows, breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master. But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking, shall entertain each other remembering and retelling our sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.