Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.
To the ignorant, even the words of wise seem foolishness.
To generous souls every task is noble.
Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.
For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.