Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.