A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?