To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds,

And Nothing Can We Call Our Own But Death And That Small Model Of The Barren Earth Which Serves As Paste And Cover To Our Bones. For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

A Plague On Both Your Houses.