It Is Not Right To Glory In

If You Are One Of Earth’s Inhabitants, How Blest Your Father, And Your Gentle Mother, Blest All Your Kin. I Know What Happiness Must Send The Warm Tears To Their Eyes, Each Time They See Their Wondrous Child Go To The Dancing! But One Man’s Destiny Is More Than Blest—he Who Prevails, And Takes You As His Bride. Never Have I Laid Eyes On Equal Beauty In Man Or Woman. I Am Hushed Indeed.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base Mankind, The Last, And Hardest, Conquest Of The Mind.

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.