Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.
Zeus hates busybodies and those who do too much.
Nothing's as good as holding on to safety.
Sufficiency's enough for men of sense.
In every work a reward added makes the pleasure twice as great.
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.