Modesty is of no use to a beggar.
A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide
If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.