Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.
There is a time when even justice brings harm.
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.