Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.