Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.

Who holds a power but newly gained is ever stern of mood.

Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.

For hostile word let hostile word be paid.

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

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

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.