By His Own Verdict No Guilty Man

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge

No One Ever Reached The Worst Of A Vice At One Leap