The gift of a bad man can bring no good.
O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.
All is change; all yields its place and goes.
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.
The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.
Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.