Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.

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.

We must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day had been.

For the dead there are no more toils.

Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.

What greater wound is there than a false friend?

A broad-backed ox can be driven straight on his road even by a small goad.