No hay labrador que pueda ganarse el pan, por mucho que los dioses tenga siempre en la boca, si no se da él mismo al trabajo. - Euripides

Who knows but life be that which men call death,
And death what men call life?

To have learnt to live on the common level
Is better. No grand life for me,
Just peace and quiet as I grow old.
The middle way, neither great nor mean,
Is best by far, in name and practice.
To be rich and powerful brings no blessing;
Only more utterly
Is the prosperous house destroyed, when gods are angry.

when all fears of a possible worse thing are passed, there is in some sense peace and even glory.