The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

Strife And Confusion Joined The Fight, Along With Cruel Death, Who Seized One Wounded Man While Still Alive And Then Another Man Without A Wound, While Pulling The Feet Of One More Corpse Out From The Fight. The Clothes Death Wore Around Her Shoulders Were Dyed Red With Human Blood.

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.

When A Woman Says Nothing's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong. And When A Woman Says Everything's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong! And When A Woman Says Something's Not Funny, You'd Better Not Laugh Your Ass Off!