O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

Much Rain Wears The Marble.