Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.