When Obedience Is So Impious, Revolt Is

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.

It Is A Law, Of The Gods Which Is Never Broken, To Sell Somewhat Dearly The Great Benefits Which They Confer On Us.

I Am Young, It Is True; But In Noble Souls Valor Does Not Wait For Years.

What Destroys One Man Preserves Another.

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!