What Anger Worse Or Slower To Abate

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.

If One Must Do A Wrong, It's Best To Do It Pursuing Power-otherwise, Let's Have Virtue.

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.