The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

One Rogue Leads Another.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!