The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came

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

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.

We're Goin Bowling. If We Don't Come Back, Avenge Our Deaths.

I War Not With The Dead.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.