“The time for trusting women's gone forever!”

— Homér , The Odyssey (Cowper)

XI. 456 (tr. Robert Fagles).
Alexander Pope's translation:
: For since of womankind so few are just,
Think all are false, nor even the faithful trust.
Odyssey (c. 725 BC)

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Ἐπεὶ οὐκέτι πιστὰ γυναιξίν.

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