The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.

A sovereign's great example forms a people; the public breast is noble or vile as he inspires it.

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature's ends, With something left to treat my friends.

What proves the hero truly great,Is never, never to despair.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.

I courted fame but as a spur to brave and honest deeds; who despises fame will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it.