The bodies of men, munition, and money may justly be called the sinews of war.

Men endure the losses that befall them by mere casualty with more patience than the damages they sustain by injustice.

A professional man of letters, especially if he is much at war with unscrupulous enemies, is naturally jealous of his privacy; he will be silent on his more personal interests, or, if he must speak, will veil them under conventional forms.

The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, the fourth for madness.

War begets quiet, quiet idleness, idleness disorder, disorder ruin; likewise ruin order, order virtue, virtue glory, and good fortune.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.