Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.
I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.
Whoever is new to power is always harsh.
Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.