Of many javelins, one must prove a scepter; of many helmets, one a crown.

It is but in the wearing .-- Refill, my lord." "Fools, fools!" cried Media, "these tribes hate us kings; yet know not, that Peace is War against all kings.

We seldom are undone by spears, which are our ministers .-- This wine is strong." "Ha, now's the time! In his cups learn king-craft from a king.

Ay, ay, my lord, your royal order will endure, so long as men will fight.
Break the spears, and free the nations.

Kings reap the harvests that wave on battle-fields.