He Knew How To Say Many False

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.