The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.
Seek happy nights to happy days.W
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!