To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.
For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.
For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.
It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.
Bronze in the mirror of the form, wine of the mind.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.
Whoever is new to power is always harsh.
It is always in season for old men to learn.
Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
The man who does ill must suffer ill.
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.
Time as he grows old teaches all things.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?
What good is it to live a life that brings pains?
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.
Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.
When a man's willing and eager the god's join in.
There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.
In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.
My friends, whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals, a man fears everything; but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage, then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.