The Road To The Inn Is Much

It Is Courage That Vanquishes In War, And Not Good Weapons.

Historians Ought To Be Precise, Faithful, And Unprejudiced; And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Make Them Swerve From The Way Of Truth.

Here Lies A Gentleman Bold Who Was So Very Brave He Went To Lengths Untold, And On The Brink Of The Grave Death Had On Him No Hold. By The World He Set Small Store-- He Frightened It To The Core-- Yet Somehow, By Fate's Plan, Though He'd Lived A Crazy Man, When He Died He Was Sane Once More.

Drink Moderately, For Drunkeness Neither Keeps A Secret, Nor Observes A Promise.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.