Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.