Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

Sweets To The Sweet.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.