Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.
Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.
Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.