A Glorious Death Is His, Who For

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.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Pine Needle Sorbet? Pine Needle Sorbet?! My Kids Do Not Eat Sorbet. They Eat Sherbet, And They Pronounce It Sherbert, And They Wish It Was Ice Cream!

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.