Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.
To me no profitable speech sounds ill.
Not all things are to be discovered; many are better concealed.
No honest man will argue on every side
What fate can be worse than to know we have no one but ourselves to blame for our misfortunes!
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.