A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
The strong must protect the sweet.
Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.
No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.