I Am Better Than My Reputation

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.