The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.