My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

For the marriage bed ordained by fate for men and women is stronger than an oath and guarded by Justice.

Pleasantest of all ties is the tie of host and guest.