But Here's The Joy: My Friend And

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once. Of All The Wonders That I Yet Have Heard, It Seems To Me Most Strange That Men Should Fear; Seeing That Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

This Thought Is As A Death.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate