Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

Life Is Not To Be Bought With Heaps Of Gold; Not All Apollo's Pythian Treasures Hold, Or Troy Once Held, In Peace And Pride Of Sway, Can Bribe The Poor Possession Of The Day.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.