We Shall Perish By Guile

It Is An Easy Thing For One Whose Foot Is On The Outside Of Calamity To Give Advice And To Rebuke The Sufferer.

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

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

It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.

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