Possess Your Soul With Patience.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.