Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof Of Words, Debate. No Time For Speeches Now, It's Time To Fight.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.