Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
Pride - Lord of human kind
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.