His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

When Are People Going To Learn? Democracy Doesn't Work.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.