Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?
To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.
A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
Your worst enemy Becomes your best friend, once he's underground.
I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.