Mortals grow swiftly in misfortune.
The fool learns by suffering.
The man who is rich in fancy thinks that his wagon is already built; poor fool, he does not know that there are a hundred timbers to a wagon.
For both faith and want of faith have destroyed men alike.
For now indeed is the race of iron; and men never cease from labour and sorrow by day and from perishing by night.
Often even a whole city suffers for a bad man who sins and contrives presumptuous deeds.