Down From His Brow She Ran His

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.