I Too Shall Lie In The Dust

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

Come, Weave Us A Scheme So I Can Pay Them Back! Stand Beside Me, Athena, Fire Me With Daring, Fierce As The Day We Ripped Troy's Glittering Crown Of Towers Down. Stand By Me - Furious Now As Then, My Bright-eyed One - And I Would Fight Three Hundred Men, Great Goddess, With You To Brace Me, Comrade-in-arms In Battle!

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.