For God hates utterly the bray of bragging tongues.
True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills
Thou shalt not ration justice.
Enemies gifts are no gifts and do no good.
No more shall ye behold such sights of woe, deeds I have suffered and myself have wrought; henceforward quenched in darkness shall ye see those ye should ne'er have seen; now blind to those whom, when I saw, I vainly yearned to know.
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.