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.
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.
Time brings all things to pass.
Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.
Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.