Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.
The man who does ill must suffer ill.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
It is a light thing for whoever keeps his foot outside trouble to advise and counsel him that suffers.
But time growing old teaches all things.