Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

Ares gives his verdict without witnesses.

Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.

Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.

Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.