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

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

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

Pain lays not its touch / Upon a corpse.

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

Misfortune / wandering the same track lights now upon one / and now upon another.

Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering.

Even he who is wiser than the wise may err.

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

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.