Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.

To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?