The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens.
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
Even play has ended in fierce strife and anger.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
Nothing is achieved without toil.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.