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!'.

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

Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.

Who holds a power but newly gained is ever stern of mood.

For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

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