The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.