A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.