Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.