What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

The God Of War Is Impartial: He Hands Out Death To The Man Who Hands Out Death.

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.