An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
No god is absent where prudence dwells.
Few tyrants go down to the infernal regions by a natural death.
The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things: bread and circuses!
Wisdom overcomes fortune.
The man whose purse is empty can cheerfully sing before the robber.