Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.