The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

Do Thou Restrain The Haughty Spirit In Thy Breast, For Better Far Is Gentle Courtesy.

A Man's Life Breath Cannot Come Back Again-- No Raiders In Force, No Trading Brings It Back, Once It Slips Through A Man's Clenched Teeth.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.