What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

The Force Of Union Conquers All.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.