Do Nothing Twice Over.

Old Age: The Crown Of Life, Our Play's Last Act.

I Know Not Any Season Of Life That Is Past More Agreeably Than Virtuous Old Age.

Let Arms Give Place To The Robe, And The Laurel Of The Warriors Yield To The Tongue Of The Orator.

Let War Be So Carried On That No Other Object May Seem To Be Sought But The Acquisition Of Peace. [lat., Bellum Autem Ita Suscipiatur, Ut Nihil Aliud, Nisi Pax, Quaesita Videatur.]

Let Us Remember That Justice Must Be Observed Even To The Lowest.