The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
God always strives together with those who strive.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
Truth is always the first casualty of war.