If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.
Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.
Wiles and deceit are female qualities.
Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering.
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.
I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.