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

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

I war not with the dead.

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

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.