You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
They who prosper take on airs of vanity.
But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.
We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.
I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death