Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.