All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.

Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.