Wine Gives Strength To Weary Men.

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.