...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.
Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.
A sound mind in a manly body.