There Is The Heat Of Love, The

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.