A prosperous fool is a grievous burden |
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 |
Ask the gods nothing excessive. |
Call no man happy till he is dead. |
Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny. |
Death is softer by far than tyranny. |
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might. |
Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new. |
Everyone, to those weaker than themselves, is kind |
Everyone's quick to blame the alien |
Excessive fear is always powerless |
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends. |
God lends a helping hand to the man who tries hard |
God loves to help him who strives to help himself. |
God's most lordly gift to man is decency of mind. |