No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.

The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask Their Way.

The More Haste, Ever The Worst Speed.

Weak Is That Throne, And In Itself Unsound, Which Takes Not Solid Virtue For Its Ground.

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.