There Are Games In Which

Smooth Words In Place Of Gifts. [lat., Dicta Docta Pro Datis.]

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.

Ah Yes, The Gods Use Us Mortals As Footballs!

Your Tittle-tattlers, And Those Who Listen To Slander, By My Good Will Should All Be Hanged - The Former By Their Tongues, The Latter By The Ears.

No Guest Is So Welcome In A Friend's House That He Will Not Become A Nuisance After Three Days.