The mind of the fool can keep no bounds in aught: it is base and cannot control its feelings.

The use of sails is better than being drawn by the oar; the gale troubles the waters, a drearier gust the land.

For rowing goes through the seas and lying the lands; and it is certain that the lands are ruled with the lips, but the seas with the hand." Grep: "Thou art thought to be as full of quibbling as a cock of dirt.
Thou stinkest heavy with filth, and reekest of nought but sin.

There is no need to lengthen the plea against a buffoon, whose strength is in an empty and voluble tongue." Erik: "By Hercules, if I mistake not, the coward word is wont to come back to the utterer.

The gods with righteous endeavour bring home to the speaker words cast forth without knowledge.