What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

Truth Is The Object Of Our Understanding, As Good Is Of Our Will; And The Understanding Can No More Be Delighted With A Lie Than The Will Can Choose An Apparent Evil.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!