When Two Souls Compose A Single Song,

The Nobly Born Must Nobly Meet His Fate.

I Know Indeed What Evil I Intend To Do, But Stronger Than All My Afterthoughts Is My Fury, Fury That Brings Upon Mortals The Greatest Evils.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.