Force without reason falls of its own weight.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
To have begun is half the job; be bold and be sensible.