Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It

To Die For One's Country Is Such A Worthy Fate That All Compete For So Beautiful A Death.

He Who Fears Not Death Fears Not A Threat.

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.

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

Your Heart Is Mine; There I Reign. I Am Content.