You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.
There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.
Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.