But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And

The Painful Warrior Famous For Fight, After A Thousand Victories, Once Foil'd, Is From The Books Of Honor Razed Quite, And All The Rest Forgot For Which He Toil'd

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.