Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!