Every brave man is a man of his word; to such base vices he cannot stoop, and shuns more than death the shame of lying.
One doesn't wish to see those to whom one owes so much.
Ambition aspires to descend
I would not like a king who could obey.
One is often guilty by being too just.
He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.