I Would Rather Die On My Feet

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

Worse Than A True Evil Is It To Bear The Burden Of Faults That Are Not Truly Yours.

There Is No Bitterness To Be Compared With That Between Two People Who Once Loved.

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.