Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?
Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
Authority is never without hate.