The childless escape much misery.
The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.
Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
Zeus hates busybodies and those who do too much.
What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?