Modesty is of no use to a beggar.
He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.