One Half Of My Life Has Put

Every Brave Man Is A Man Of His Word; To Such Base Vices He Cannot Stoop, And Shuns More Than Death The Shame Of Lying.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

Rome, If You Do Not Wish Me To Betray You, Make Enemies That I Can Hate!

Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

Sir, What Does It Matter Whom I Serve, So Long As I Am Right?