Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast

Blood Is The God Of War's Rich Livery.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.