And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of

To Win Without Risk Is To Triumph Without Glory.

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!

He Who Pardons Easily Invites Offense.

It Is The Crime Not The Scaffold Which Is The Disgrace.