All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.

Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.