Beware The Toils Of War ... The

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.