By Hook Or By Crook This Peril

Never To Be Cast Away Are The Gifts Of The Gods, Magnificent, Which They Give Of Their Own Will, No Man Could Have Them For Wanting Them.

Dreams Are Sent By God.

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.

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.

Even A Fool Learns Something Once It Hits Him.