Luxury Destroys More Efficiently Than War.

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

A Third Heir Seldom Profits By Ill-gotten Wealth.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.