Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.