Do Not Beg Me By

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

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