Fear is stronger than arms.
Honor modesty more than your life.
Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.
For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.
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.
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.