Thou shalt not ration justice.
For no one loves the bearer of bad tidings.
Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.
From suffering that has been/ Decreed no man will ever find escape
Let be the future: mind the present need and leave the rest to whom the rest concerns ... present tasks claim our care: the ordering of the future rests where it should rest.
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.