The reward of pain is experience.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

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

Ask the gods nothing excessive.

Do not kick against the pricks.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.