Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!