Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
One omen is best, to fight in defense of one's country.
The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
For love deceives the best of woman kind.
I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.
You know those balls that they put on car antennas so you can find them in the parking lot? Those should be on every car!
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?
Singing is the lowest form of communication.
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.
I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
His descent was like nightfall.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
I want answers now or I want them eventually!
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.
Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death
The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.
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