Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.
Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.