Is there no hope? the sick man said; The silent doctor shook his head. - John Gay

You base man you,—how can you look me in the face after what hath passed between us?—See here, perfidious wretch, how I am forc'd to bear about the load of infamy you have laid upon me— -O Macheath! thou hast robb'd me of my quiet—to see thee tortur'd would give me pleasure.

A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,— The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.