Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.

I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.

It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.

Good fortune leads one to the highest glory, But to renounce it calls for equal courage.

Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.

Be it only for a day, it is still a glory without equal to be master of the world just that day.

It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.