The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.