I've Gone Back In Time To When

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother