A Fox Is Subtlety Itself.

The Truth Is Forced Upon Us, Very Quickly, By A Foe.

Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But Not Good For Much!

[y]ou [man] Are Fool Enough, It Seems, To Dare To War With [woman=] Me, When For Your Faithful Ally You Might Win Me Easily.

Mix And Knead Together All The State Business As You Do For Your Sausages. To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savory That Pleases Them.

Tis Not For Us To Warn A Wilful Sinner; We Stay Him Not, But Let Him Run His Course, Till By Misfortunes Rous'd, His Conscience Wakes, And Prompts Him To Appease Th' Offended Gods.