Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

When Obedience Is So Impious, Revolt Is A Necessity.

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

When There Is No Peril In The Fight There Is No Glory In The Triumph.

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.

Generosity Is The Accompaniment Of High Birth; Pity And Gratitude Are Its Attendants.