Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.