The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From Heaven Proceed The Woes Of Man: Heaven Doom'd The Greeks To Bleed.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.

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