Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.