As our self-interests differ, so do our feelings.
It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
Love is a tyrant sparing none.
It is the gift of heaven and not of reason.
It is a law, of the gods which is never broken, to sell somewhat dearly the great benefits which they confer on us.