Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.
Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.
If you speak insults you will hear them also.
Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than what you have sowed. There, methinks, it were a proper place for men to sow their wild oats, where they would not spring up.
Ah yes, the gods use us mortals as footballs!
No man will be respected by others who is despised by his own relatives.