The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To

We Men Are Wretched Things.

It Is Equally Wrong To Speed A Guest Who Does Not Want To Go, And To Keep One Back Who Is Eager. You Ought To Make Welcome The Present Guest, And Send Forth The One Who Wishes To Go.

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.