All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.