Patch Grief With Proverbs.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

Those That Do Teach Young Babes Do It With Gentle Means And Easy Tasks.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?