Suffering Is But Another Name For The

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?