There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.
The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.
It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.
Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.
I was still more concerned (a preference which you may be far from resenting) to strike a blow for Epicurus, that great man whose holiness and divinity of nature were not shams, who alone had and imparted true insight into the good, and who brought deliverance to all that consorted with him.
How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.