And not a man appears to tell their fate.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.
Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.