How dark are all the ways of god to man!
Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
The gods have sent medicines for the venom of serpents, but there is no medicine for a bad woman. She is more noxious than the viper, or than fire itself.
Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.
We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.
In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?