We Got A Little Rule Back Home:

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of Life With Pain, And Twins Ev'n From The Birth Are Misery And Man!

But Listen To Me First And Swear An Oath To Use All Your Eloquence And Strength To Look After Me And Protect Me.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.