It Is Always The Season For The

When A Man's Willing And Eager The God's Join In.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.