Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Since Every Man Who Lives Is Born To Die, And None Can Boast Sincere Felicity, With Equal Mind, What Happens, Let Us Bear, Nor Joy Nor Grieve Too Much For Things Beyond Our Care. Like Pilgrims To The' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.