For A Laggard In Love, And A

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

All Men Who Have Turned Out Worth Anything Have Had The Chief Hand In Their Own Education.

It Is More Difficult To Look Upon Victory Than Upon Battle.

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?