There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.

There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.

[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.

For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.

Honor modesty more than your life.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.