The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.