Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
A wretched child Is he who does not return his parents' care.
A just cause needs no interpreting. It carries its own case. But the unjust argument since it is sick, needs clever medicine.
O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.
The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.