No man is born without faults.
Stronger than thunder's winged force All-powerful gold can speed its course; Through watchful guards its passage make, And loves through solid walls to break.
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
Thus one thing requires assistance from another, and joins in friendly help.
If you study the history and records of the world you must admit that the source of justice was the fear of injustice.