His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.