Fortune, Seeing That She Could Not Make

Nature Has, Herself, I Fear, Imprinted In Man A Kind Of Instinct To Inhumanity.

A Strong Imagination Begetteth Opportunity.

To How Many Blockheads Of My Time Has A Cold And Taciturn Demeanor Procured The Credit Of Prudence And Capacity!

God Defend Me From Myself.

It Takes So Much To Be A King That He Exists Only As Such. That Extraneous Glare That Surrounds Him Hides Him And Conceals Him From Us; Our Sight Breaks And Is Dissipated By It Being Filled And Arrested By This Strong Light.