Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!

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

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.