A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. So it is with those whose fortune does not suit them.
Much is wanting to those who seek or covet much.
The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
Gold loves to make its way through guards, and breaks through barriers of stone more easily than the lightning's bolt.
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.