[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

The unenvied man is not enviable.

This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.

If you will take me as your teacher, you will not kick against the pricks.

Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.