Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.