A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.
Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.
There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.