Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.
All empire is no more than power in trust.
Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
Dead men tell no tales.