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.

For they can conquer who believe they can.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.

Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.

Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.