One Is Often Guilty By Being Too

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.

Danger Breeds Best On Too Much Confidence.

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

The People You Killed Seem To Be In Excellent Health.