It is an imprudence common to kings to listen to too much advice and to err in their choice.
I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
Liberty may be of no more use Than stirring up the flame of civil wars; Then, by disorder fatal to the world, One wants no king, the other wants no equal.
He who forgives readily only invites offense.
Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.
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.