Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.

The Wretched Have No Friends.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.