Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

Pride - Lord of human kind

Honor is but an empty bubble.

War is a trade of kings.

Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.

Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.