Here Honor Binds Me, And I Wish

My Reason, It's True, Controls My Feelings, But Whatever Its Authority, It Doesn't Rule Them So Much As Tyrannize Them.

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

I Don't Know How To Defend Myself: Surprised Innocence Cannot Imagine Being Under Suspicion.

He Who Is Hated By All Can Not Expect To Live Long.

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.