Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

Never To Be Cast Away Are The Gifts Of The Gods, Magnificent, Which They Give Of Their Own Will, No Man Could Have Them For Wanting Them.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.