There is a strength in the even of very sorry men
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.
The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.