Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.

All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.