Among All Men On The Earth Bards

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.