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Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs