This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.
No one who lives in error is free.
It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.