War Is No Strife To The Dark

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

Take Pains. Be Perfect.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!