Bacchus Has Drowned More Men Than Neptune.

Ah, No, Far Be From Me A Thought Which I Loathe Like Poison.

If These Hands, Used To Fighting, Would Be Acceptable To His Holiness, We Most Thankfully Dedicate Them To The Service Of Him Who Deserves So Well Of The Church And Of The Fatherland.

Let Him Who Loves His Country In His Heart, And Not His Lips Only, Follow Me.

You, Too, Women, Cast Away All The Cowards From Your Embraces; They Will Give You Only Cowards For Children, And You Who Are The Daughters Of The Land Of Beauty Must Bear Children Who Are Noble And Brave.

A Bold Onset Is Half The Battle.