I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

He Learned The Arts Of Riding, Fencing, Gunnery, And How To Scale A Fortress - Or A Nunnery.

What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have But History's Purchased Page To Call Them Great?

One Certainly Has A Soul; But How It Came To Allow Itself To Be Enclosed In A Body Is More Than I Can Imagine.

So The Struck Eagle, Stretch'd Upon The Plain, No More Through Rolling Clouds To Soar Again, View'd His Own Feather On The Fatal Dart, And Wing'd The Shaft That Quiver'd In His Heart.