Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?
Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.