Heaven absolves all crimes committed to gain a throne Once Heaven gives it to us.
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.
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
Those who easily forgive invite offenses.
Generosity is the accompaniment of high birth; pity and gratitude are its attendants.