Dead men tell no tales.
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.