Base men who prosper are unenviable.

For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.

Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.

Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.

A great ox stands on my tongue.

So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.