Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
The wise with hope support the pains of life.
Some men never find prosperity, For all their voyaging, While others find it with no voyaging.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.