Strike at a great man, and you will not miss.

The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. / It is a sleep unsleeping.

The eyes of men love to pluck / the blossoms; from the faded flowery they turn away.

Troubles hurt the most / when they prove self- inflicted.

God will not punish the man / Who makes return for an injury.

If you are out of trouble, watch for danger. / And when you live well, then consider the most / your life, lest ruin take it unawares.

More men come to doom / through dirty profits than are kept by them.

Count no mortal happy till / he has passed the final limit of his life secure from pain.

I see / that everywhere among the race of men / it is the tongue that wins and not the deed.

Nobody loves life like an old man.