For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.
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.
Foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness.
An enemy's gift is ruinous and no gift.
Stubbornness and stupidity are twins.