The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.