The Life Of A Good Man Was

Every One, More Or Less, Loves Power, Yet Those Who Most Wish For It Are Seldom The Fittest To Be Trusted With It.

Whom We Fear More Than Love, We Are Not Far From Hating.

By My Soul, I Can Neither Eat, Drink, Nor Sleep; Nor, What's Still Worse, Love Any Woman In The World But Her.

Beauty Is An Accidental And Transient Good.

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.