Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.

Every man is like the company he wont to keep.

That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.

Young man, two are the forces most precious to mankind. The first is Demeter, the Goddess. She is the Earth -- or any name you wish to call her -- and she sustains humanity with solid food. Next came Dionysus, the son of the virgin, bringing the counterpart to bread: wine and the blessings of life's flowing juices. His blood, the blood of the grape, lightens the burden of our mortal misery. Though himself a God, it is his blood we pour out to offer thanks to the Gods. And through him, we are blessed.

I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.

May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.

Authority is never without hate.