The One I Love Is The Son

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods Will Diet Me With.

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.