When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

A People's Wrath Voiced Abroad Bringeth Grave Danger, No Less Than Public Curse Pronounced.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

It's A Man's Jobno Place For Women's Plans Here!what Lies Outside. Stay Home And Cause No Trouble.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.