The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard

He Knew How To Say Many False Things That Were Like True Sayings.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain