Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

No Tv And No Beer Makes Homer Something Something.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.