War begun without good provision of money beforehand for going through with it is but as a breathing of strength and blast that will quickly pass away. Coin is the sinews of war.

I do not drink more than a sponge.

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

The deed will be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed possible, and, if possible ..., we'll save all the souls and send them happily off to their abode.

A crier of green sauce.

How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself?

Machination is worth more than force.