There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
Ask the gods nothing excessive.
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.