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.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

Time brings all things to pass.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.

Ask the gods nothing excessive.

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.