Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

We Men Are Wretched Things.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!