Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.