Know We How Many Tomorrows The Gods

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.

Bodies Devoid Of Mind Are As Statues In The Market Place.

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.