We Triumph Without Glory When

For Souls Nobly Born, Valor Doesn't Await The Passing Of Years

Peace Is Produced By War.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.

Ambition, Having Reached The Summit, Longs To Descend.

I Agree To, Or Rather Aspire To, My Doom.