If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Be not caught by the cunning of those who appear in a disguise.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.