I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend.

In time the savage bull sustains the yoke In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierced with softest shower, And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue the sufferance of your friendly pain.

Where words prevail not, violence prevails.

Evil news fly faster still than good.