Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.