If They Think I'm Going To Stop

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes