The rewards of virtue alone abide secure.
Kindness is ever the begetter of kindness.
How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong!
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.
As they say of the blind, Sounds are the things I see.
We must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day had been.