Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.
HomerGenerations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.
HomerWine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
Homer