A First Impulse Was Never A Crime.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

Ambition Displeases When It Has Been Sated ... Having Reached The Peak, It Aspires To Descend.

Here Honor Binds Me, And I Wish To Satisfy It.

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

When The Patient Loves His Disease, How Unwilling He Is To Allow A Remedy To Be Applied.