The Guilty Are Alarmed And

Virtue Is The Only And True Nobility. [lat., Nobilitas Sola Est Atque Unica Virtus.]

Censure Pardons The Ravens But Rebukes The Doves. [the Innocent Are Punished And The Wicked Escape.]

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

Rare Is The Union Of Beauty And Purity. [lat., Rara Est Adeo Concordia Formae Atque Pudicitiae.]

Many Commit The Same Crime With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.