And not a man appears to tell their fate.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!
Even a fool learns something once it hits him.
A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.