Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

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 Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.