For The Night Is Dark And Full

And Pray That He Is The Man I Think He Is, He Finished Silently, And Not The Man I Fear He Has Become.

I Can Be Humbler Than Anyone.

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.

The Truth Is All Around You, Plain To Behold. The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, The Day Bright And Beautiful And Full Of Hope. One Is Black, The Other White. There Is Ice And There Is Fire. Hate And Love. Bitter And Sweet. Male And Female. Pain And Pleasure. Winter And Summer. Evil And Good. Death And Life. Everywhere, Opposites.

Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover Foul Ones.