I Love You Much Less Than My

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]

Rome, If You Do Not Wish Me To Betray You, Make Enemies That I Can Hate!

I Have Deserved Neither So Much Honor Or So Much Disgrace.

To He Who Avenges A Father, Nothing Is Impossible