Ofttimes The Test Of Courage Becomes Rather

Sometimes Blood, For The Sake Of Sparing It, Is Spilled.

Joy, When It Is Excessive, Overcomes As Much As Grief.

Thou Knowest Not The Endless Artifices Of A Court. Invented Crimes Are Often There Alleged; But Real Ones, And Those Especially, Which May Offend His Pride, Are Oftentimes Not To A King Divulged.

Joy Surfeited Turns To Sorrow.

The Guilty Is He Who Meditates A Crime; The Punishment Is His Who Lays The Plot.