The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Those Who Resolve To Conquer Or Die, Are Rarely Conquered.

One Doesn't Wish To See Those To Whom One Owes So Much.

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!