The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.
The one knowing what is profitable, and not the man knowing many things, is wise.
The man who does ill must suffer ill.
Only when a man’s life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.
Death is softer by far than tyranny.
What good is it to live a life that brings pains?
The wisest of the wise may err.
Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter – Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes – A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.