Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

All Things Are Subject To Decay And When Fate Summons, Monarchs Must Obey.

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.