Your worst enemy Becomes your best friend, once he's underground.

Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.

Greatness brings no profit to people. God indeed, when in anger, brings greater ruin to great mens houses.

May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.

It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.

The brash unbridled tongue, the lawless folly of fools, will end in pain. But the life of wise content is blest with quietness, escapes the storm and keeps its house secure.

I care for riches, to make gifts.