Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.

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

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.

A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit In All Languages.

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!