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.

If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.

I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

The force of union conquers all.

Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.