It Well Becomes A Young Man To

Nothing Is More Wretched Than The Mind Of A Man Conscious Of Guilt.

Without Feathers It Isn't Easy To Fly: My Wings Have Got No Feathers. [lat., Sine Pennis Volare Hau Facilest: Meae Alae Pennas Non Habent.] [alt., Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy; My Wings Have No Feathers.]

The Sea Is Certainly Common To All.

I Esteem Death A Trifle, If Not Caused By Guilt.

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.