Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.