Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.