To Die With Glory, If One Has

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Fortune Truly Helps Those Who Are Of Good Judgment.

What Good Can Come From Meeting Death With Tears? If A Man Is Sorry For Himself, He Doubles Death.

Better A Serpent Than A Stepmother!