Often have brief words laid men low and then raise them up.
But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.
Sleep's the only medicine that gives ease.
If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.
Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.