I Long For Home, Long For The

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

Wine Gives Strength To Weary Men.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.