No Man Will Be Respected

I Esteem Death A Trifle, If Not Caused By Guilt.

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

Smooth Words In Place Of Gifts. [lat., Dicta Docta Pro Datis.]

Your Tittle-tattlers, And Those Who Listen To Slander, By My Good Will Should All Be Hanged - The Former By Their Tongues, The Latter By The Ears.

Find Me A Reasonable Lover Against His Weight In Gold.