Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
There is nothing hard inside the olive; nothing hard outside the nut.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
I was what you are, you will be what I am.