The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!

Victory Passes Back And Forth Between Men.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.