Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.

By Mutual Confidence And Mutual Aid - Great Deeds Are Done, And Great Discoveries Made