A man is nothing but breath and shadow.
Who seeks shall find.
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.
Whoever thinks his friend more important than his country, I rate him nowhere.
The tyrant is a child of pride.
When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.