Rash, angry words, and spoken out of season, When passion has usurp'd the throne of reason, Have ruin'd many. Passion is unjust, And for an idle, transitory gust Of gratified revenge, dooms us to pay With long repentance at a later day.

To many men well-fitting doors are not set on their tongues.

Not to be born at all would be the best thing for man.

Ploutos , no wonder mortals worship you: You are so tolerant of their sins !

Surfeit begets insolence, when prosperity comes to a bad man.

Adopt the character of the twisting octopus, which takes on the appearance of the nearby rock . Now follow in this direction, now turn a different hue.

He who mistrusts most should be trusted least.