For I Can Raise No Money By

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.