An ally need not own the land he helps.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.
In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.