āLaws are silent in time of war.ā
āWere floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.ā
āPrudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]ā
āThere is nothing proper about what you are doing, soldier, but do try to kill me properly.ā
āNo sober person dances.ā
āA thankful heart is the greatest virtue.ā
āAway, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!ā
āCry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!ā
āWar is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.ā