Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain