Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.

Fortune favors the brave.

Trust one who has tried.

Accursed greed for gold, To what dost thou not drive the heart of man?

Knowing sorrow well, I learn the way to succor the distressed.

I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts.

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

Fear betrays unworthy souls.

Fortune sides with him who dares.

Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.