On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The

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

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.