Go On With A Spirit That Fears

Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move Upon The Earth, Nothing Is Bred That Is Weaker Than Man.

I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick Dees World.

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.

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

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.