He who allows himself to be insulted deserves to be.
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
Alas, I emerge from one disaster to fall into a worse.
After having won a scepter, few are so generous as to disdain the pleasures of ruling.
I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.
It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.