For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.