Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.
And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.