He has no enemy, you say;
My friend your boast is poor,
He who hath mingled in read more

He has no enemy, you say;
My friend your boast is poor,
He who hath mingled in the fray
Of duty that the brave endure
Must have made foes. If he has none
Small is the work that he has done.
He has hit no traitor on the hip;
Has cast no cup from perjured lip;
Has never turned the wrong to right;
Has been a coward in the fight.

It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.

It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.

Our enemies will tell the rest with pleasure.

Our enemies will tell the rest with pleasure.

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,
And he who has one enemy will read more

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,
And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.

His father was no man's friend but his owne, and he (saith the
prouerbe) is no man's for else.

His father was no man's friend but his owne, and he (saith the
prouerbe) is no man's for else.

Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall at the
same time.
[Lat., Pereant amici, dum una read more

Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall at the
same time.
[Lat., Pereant amici, dum una inimici intercidant.]

Hear not ill of a friend, nor speak any of an enemy.

Hear not ill of a friend, nor speak any of an enemy.

Man is his own worst enemy.
[Lat., Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse.]

Man is his own worst enemy.
[Lat., Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse.]

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.