The finishing stroke of all sorrow.
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
To have slaved so many years for nothing!
He will be the last to discover the disgrace of his house.
For the gods, instead of what is most pleasing, will give what is most proper. Man is dearer to them than he is to himself.
The only gain from the friendship of the great is a fine dinner.