The evils of mortals are manifold; nowhere is trouble of the same wing seen.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

[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.

The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.

There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.

Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.

On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.