First, All Means To Conciliate; Failing That,

Friendship Is The Medicine For All Misfortune; But Ingratitude Dries Up The Fountain Of All Goodness.

First, All Means To Conciliate; Failing That, All Means To Crush.

Did You Think I Was Immortal?

I Have The Consolation Of Leaving Your Kingdom In The Highest Degree Of Glory And Of Reputation.

Give Me Six Lines Written By The Most Honorable Person Alive, And I Shall Find Enough In Them To Condemn Them To The Gallows.