Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.