More men come to doom through dirty profits than are kept by them.
If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.
For even bold natures flee, whenever they see Hades close to life.
Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.
What fate can be worse than to know we have no one but ourselves to blame for our misfortunes!
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.