Virtue Is Persecuted By The Wicked More

Laws That Only Threaten, And Are Not Kept, Become Like The Log That Was Given To The Frogs To Be Their King, Which They Feared At First, But Soon Scorned And Trampled On.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Laziness Never Arrived At The Attainment Of A Good Wish.

The Wounds Received In Battle Bestow Honor, They Do Not Take It Away.

Health And Cheerfulness Make Beauty