I Live An Idle Burden To The

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.