War Is The Only Game In Which

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

I Did Not Myself Set A High Estimation On Wealth, And Had The Affectation Of Most Young Men Of Lively Imagination, Who Suppose That They Can Better Dispense With The Possession Of Money, Than Resign Their Time And Faculties To The Labour Necessary To Acquire It.

When Thinking About Companions Gone, We Feel Ourselves Doubly Alone.

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.