There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
Simple is the speech of truth.
Do not kick against the pricks.
The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.