Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.
To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.
The unenvied man is not enviable.
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.