The stronger always succeeds.
Man is no man, but a wolf
If you are wise, be wise; keep what goods the gods provide you.
Ah yes, the gods use us mortals as footballs!
This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.
The gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too, Who in this place set up a sun-dial, To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions.