Remember this! No amount of Bacchic reveling can corrupt an honest woman.
Blood streams in sacrifice; yet anguish finds no cure.
No one who lives in error is free.
The man that isn't jolly after drinking is just a drivelling idiot, to my thinking.
None can hold fortune still and make it last.
Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.