In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
It is not good to have a rule of many.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus and a gift though small is precious.
For that man is detested by me as the gates of hell whose outward words conceal his inmost thoughts.
A councillor ought not to sleep the whole night through - a man to whom the populace is entrusted and who has many responsibilities.
The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
A sympathetic friend can be quite dear as a brother.
'Tis man's to fight but Heaven's to give success.
Far from gay cities and the way of men.
Who dares think one thing and another tell My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell Is he who hiding one thing in his heart Utters another.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
His speech flowed from his tongue sweeter than honey.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
It is a wise child that knows his own father.