It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
The force of union conquers all.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.
And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.