There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?