A Small Rock Holds Back A Great

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

We All Scribble Poetry.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.