The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.
There is as much confusion in the world of the gods as in ours.
Pray the gods do not envy your happiness!
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.
In adverse hours the friendship of the good shines most; each prosperous day commands its friends.
Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.
Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
Zeus hates busybodies and those who do too much.
The ways of the gods are long, but in the end they are not without strength.
The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.
Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.
Silence and chaste reserve is woman’s genuine praise, and to remain quiet within the house.
Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband’s breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!
To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.
Happy is it to place a daughter; yet it pains a father’s heart when he delivers to another’s house a child, the object of his tender care.
And wealth abides not, it is but for a day.
If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.