Far From Me Be The Gift Of

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.