For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is Decency Of Mind.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.