Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The

War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.