In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.
It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.
Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.