The accursed hunger for gold.
All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
We can't all do everything.