God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
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.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.
Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.
I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.