Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother
One rogue leads another.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.