No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution