What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.