Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!

Accurst Be He That First Invented War.