How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

God Gives Each His Due At The Time Allotted.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.