Ésquilo

In few men is it part of nature to respect / a friend's prosperity without begrudging him.

Bronze is the mirror of the form wine, of the heart.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.

Who, except the gods, / can live time through forever without any pain?

Few men have the strength of character to rejoice in a friend’s success without a touch of envy.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.

The power that holds the sky’s majesty wins our worship.

When a match has equal partners / then I fear not.

Old men are always young enough to learn, with profit.

Only when man's life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man happy.

Exiles feed on hope.

Pain lays not its touch / Upon a corpse.

Wrong must not win by technicalities.

Against necessity, / against its strength, no one can fight and win.

Every ruler is harsh whose rule is new.

They who prosper take on airs of vanity.

The act of evil / breeds others to follow, / young sins in its own likeness.

Countless chuckles of the waves of the sea.

The future you shall know when it has come before then forget it.

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life Overcome fear, behold wonder.

Even he who is wiser than the wise may err.

To make wail and lament for one’s ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

What is there / more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?

Ask the gods nothing excessive.

For the mighty even to give way is grace.

Beyond age, leaf / withered, man goes three footed / no stronger than a child is, / a dream that falters in daylight.

The high strength of men / knows no content with limitation.

Time brings all things to pass.

Few men have the natural strength to honour a friend's success without envy.

Many among men are they who set high / the show of honor, yet break justice.

Do you not know, Prometheus, that words are healers of the sick temper?

Hell to ships, hell to men, hell to cities.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

Obstinacy / standing alone is the weakest of all things / in one whose mind is not possessed by wisdom.