A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

All Discourses But My Own Afflict Me; They Seem Harsh, Impertinent, And Irksome

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.