I Hate To Tell Again A Tale

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services!

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.