A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle

No One Every Suddenly Became Depraved.

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Dare To Do Something Worthy Of Transportation And A Prison, If You Mean To Be Anybody.

When A Man's Life Is At Stake No Delay Is Too Long. [lat., Nulla Unquam De Morte Cunctatio Longa Est.]