Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.

The Thirst After Fame Is Greater Than That After Virtue; For Who Embraces Virtue If You Take Away Its Rewards?

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]