But when the truth entails tremendous ruin,
To speak dishonorably is pardonable.
That lies within their hands, till they have lost it.
Variant: Ignorant men don't know what good they hold in their hands until they've flung it away.
Who drinks from his sickening cup
Recklessness and vanity,
Until from his high crest headlong
He plummets to the dust of hope.
But he from whose mind fades the memory
Of benefits, noble is he no more.
When there's no help in truth!
Variant: The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.