Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.