When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.
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.
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.