Man Is His Own Star,

Hence, All You Vain Delights, As Short As Are The Nights Wherein You Spend Your Folly! There's Naught In This Life Sweet But Only Melancholy; O Sweetest Melancholy!

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

Of All The Forms Of Wisdom, Hindsight Is By General Consent The Least Merciful, The Most Unforgiving.

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light.