So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Money can be exchanged for goods and services!

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing.