And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

There Is Nothing Nobler Or More Admirable Than When Two People Who See Eye To Eye Keep House As Man And Wife, Confounding Their Enemies And Delighting Their Friends.

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.