There Is Not Any Advantage To Be

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

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