By My Soul I Swear, There Is

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.