Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Bid The Hungry Greek Go To Heaven, He Will Go. [lat., Graeculus Esuriens In Coelum, Jusseris, Ibit.]

Wisdom Is The Winner Over Good Luck.

Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None Is More Difficult To Bear Than That It Heaps Men With Ridicule.