When Obedience Is So Impious, Revolt Is

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

A Good Memory Is Needed Once We Have Lied. [fr., Il Faut Bonne Memoire Apres Qu'on A Menti.]

My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope

One Doesn't Wish To See Those To Whom One Owes So Much.

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