A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.

Honour Is Virtue's Allowed Ascent: Honour That Clasps All Perfect Justice In Her Arms; That Craves No More Respect Than That She Gives; That Does Nothing But What She'll Suffer.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!