I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

The Rule Of The Many Is Not Well. One Must Be Chief In War And One The King.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.