That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.