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Pentaur had yielded in silence to the signet of his chief, and returned to the confessional in which he had met Bent-Anat. He felt his soul shaken to its very foundations, his thoughts were confused, his feelings struggling with each other; he shivered, and when he heard the laughter of the priests and the gatekeeper, who were triumphing in their easy victory, he started and shuddered like a man who in passing a mirror should see a brand of disgrace on his brow.

But by degrees he recovered himself, his spirit grew clearer, and when he left the little room to look towards the east—where, on the farther shore, rose the palace where Bent-Anat must be—a deep contempt for his enemies filled his soul, and a proud feeling of renewed manly energy. He did not conceal from himself that he had enemies; that a time of struggle was beginning for him; but he looked forward to it like a young hero to the morning of his first battle.

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Bearers of ill ride faster than the messengers of weal

Do not spoil the future for the sake of the present

Exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery

Impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player

Learn to obey, that later you may know how to command

Man has nothing harder to endure than uncertainty

Many creditors are so many allies

One should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead

Our thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sages

Overbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemies

Prepare sorrow when we come into the world

The experienced love to signify their superiority

We quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor