The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born

Sweet Is The Remembrance Of Troubles When You Are In Safety.

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.

None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make It Last.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?