Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.