The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.