Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

She Spoke And Loosened From Her Bosom The Embroidered Girdle Of Many Colors Into Which All Her Allurements Were Fashioned. In It Was Love And Int Desire Which Steals The Mind Even Of The Wise.

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.