A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is praised as equal to the gods.
The grape becomes tinted from the grape it comes in contact with.
Never does nature say one thing and Wisdom another. Variant: Wisdom and Nature! are they not the same? Variant: Nature and Wisdon always speak alike.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.