In war the first casualty is the truth.
The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.
It is an easy thing for one whose foot is on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.
To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.