May God Keep You Away From The

I Am Not Afraid Of An Army Of Lions Led By A Sheep; I Am Afraid Of An Army Of Sheep Led By A Lion.

In The End, When It's Over, All That Matters Is What You've Done.

I Foresee A Great Funeral Contest Over Me.

There Is Something Noble In Hearing Myself Ill Spoken Of, When I Am Doing Well.

Shall I Pass By And Leave You Lying There Because Of The Expedition You Led Against Greece, Or Shall I Set You Up Again Because Of Your Magnanimity And Your Virtues In Other Respects?