There is as much confusion in the world of the gods as in ours.
Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
In adverse hours the friendship of the good shines most; each prosperous day commands its friends.
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.
There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.
We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.