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.

For the mighty, even to give away is grace.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

Success is man's god.

The laws of a state change with the changing times.

Whoever is new to power is always harsh.

Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.