It Is The Gift Of Heaven And

How Much Must I Overcome Before I Triumph?

My Reason, It's True, Controls My Feelings, But Whatever Its Authority, It Doesn't Rule Them So Much As Tyrannize Them.

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.