Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!
The long historian of my country's woes.
It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.