Children Have A Master To Teach Them,

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

Open Your Mouth And Shut Your Eyes And See What Zeus Will Send You.

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

Men Of Sense Often Learn From Their Enemies. It Is From Their Foes, Not Their Friends, That Cities Learn The Lesson Of Building High Walls And Ships Of War.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.