Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.