Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.