Fortune is for all, judgment is theirs who have won it for themselves.
For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.
No man looks with love on deeds that to the high Gods hateful prove.
On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.
But who can describe the overweening pride of men? Or women mad with passion, reckless in their hearts, soulmates to every kind of ruin that befalls us? Wild passion, unrestrained, boundless, that overcomes the women, perverts the yoke of wedlock for beasts and men alike.
For by the will of the gods Fate hath held sway since ancient days.
Remember to be submissive, thou art analien, a fugitive, and in need.
Time waxing old can many a lesson teach.
I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
You’ll see all other mortal sinners, the ones who flout the honor owed to gods or guests, or loving parents – you’ll see them get the justice they deserve. For Hades holds men mightily to a strict accounting down below the earth; he sees all things, inscribes them within the book of his remembering.
We shall perish by guile just as we slew.
The unenvied man is not enviable.
Overly persuasive a woman’s ordinance spreads far, traveling fast; but fast dying a rumor voiced by a woman perishes.
The laws of a state change with the changing times.
Who holds a power but newly gained is ever stern of mood.
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.
When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.
Ares gives his verdict without witnesses.