The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.
To err from the right path is common to mankind.
If I am young, then you should look not to age but to deeds.
Is anyone in all the world safe from unhappiness?
Trouble brings trouble upon trouble.
Despair often breeds disease.