For you are goddesses, inside on everything, know everything. But we mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his son to be
It is a wise child that knows his own father
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen but his country's cause
To be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood,The source of evil one, and one of good; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills,Blessings to these, to those distributes ills;To most he mingles both.
Two friends, two bodies with on soul inspired.
As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. / The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. / So one generation of men will grow while another dies.
Endure, my heart: you once endured something even more dreadful
Even his griefs are a joy, long after, to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured
The belly is the commanding part of the body
I have suffered much from waves and wars, and now let this trial join the rest.
I detest that man, who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks forth another