Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.
Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?
I believe children are the future...which is why they must be stopped now!
A sound mind in a manly body.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.