A Glorious Death Is His, Who For

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.