My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.