No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

Two Friends, Two Bodies With One Soul Inspired.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!