Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?
A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
The things, that are repeated again and again, are pleasant.
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.