Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

The One Knowing What Is Profitable, And Not The Man Knowing Many Things, Is Wise.

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.