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.
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
For know that no one is free, except Zeus.
Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.
Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.
Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.