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Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

Among All Men On The Earth Bards Have A Share Of Honor And Reverence, Because The Muse Has Taught Them Songs And Loves The Race Of Bards.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.