For Any Man To Match Above His

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

Without Good Company All Dainties Lose Their True Relish, And Like Painted Grapes, Are Only Seen, Not Tasted.

Honour Is Virtue's Allowed Ascent: Honour That Clasps All Perfect Justice In Her Arms; That Craves No More Respect Than That She Gives; That Does Nothing But What She'll Suffer.

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.

The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In Goodness.