Too much rest becomes a pain

Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed

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

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies

She (Helen) threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

It is a wise child that knows his own father

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit

It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his son to be