As You Are Old And Reverend, You

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

The Rest, Is Silence.

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.