High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.

Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.

Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.

When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.

A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by sitting on his hearth at home doth he the more escape his appointed doom.

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.

Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.