There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.