Chi mal opra, male al fine aspetta. - Ludovico Ariosto

One man saluted him, another bowed,
Some kissed his hand, still others kissed his foot;
Whoever touched him, joyful was and proud,
For supernatural he seemed, if not
Divine; jostling around him in a crowd,
As close as possible the Bulgars got,
And clamoured for him raucously and cried
To be their king, their captain and their guide.

Fatto per timor, nullo è il contratto.

As nought good endures beneath the skies,
So ill endures no more.