Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.