This Dark Brightness That Falls

He Who Forgives Readily Only Invites Offense.

Every Brave Man Is A Man Of His Word; To Such Base Vices He Cannot Stoop, And Shuns More Than Death The Shame Of Lying.

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

As Great As Kings May Be, They Are What We Are: They Can Err Like Other Men.