Ah, Though A Roman, I

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

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!

Have Others Fear You, And I Will Have No Fear.

When There Is No Peril In The Fight There Is No Glory In The Triumph.

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.