Toil Is The Lot Of All, And

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.