Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
Pity melts the mind to love.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
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.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!