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.

To the worker, God himself lends aid.

God gives each his due at the time allotted.

Better a serpent than a stepmother!

Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.

The God knows when to smile.

Delusive hope still points to distant good.