In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

To be free from evil thoughts is God's best gift.

Whoever is new to power is always harsh.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death