I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
The words of truth are simple.
By Time and Age full many things are taught.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
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.