God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
A great ox stands on my tongue.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.
The wisest of the wise may err.
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.