How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.
Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.
And woe succeeds woe.
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.
By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made