For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.
Words are healers of the sick tempered.
Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.
The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus.
Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.