The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

For they imagined as they wished--that it was a wild shot,/ an unintended killing--fools, not to comprehend/ they were already in the grip of death./ But glaring under his brows Odysseus answered: 'You yellow dogs, you thought I'd never make it/ home from the land of Troy. You took my house to plunder,/ twisted my maids to serve your beds. You dared/ bid for my wife while I was still alive./ Contempt was all you had for the gods who rule wide heaven,/ contempt for what men say of you hereafter./ Your last hour has come. You die in blood.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

There is a strength in the even of very sorry men