Me, Rule? Me, Place The

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

If I Could Believe That This Was Said Sincerely, I Could Put Up With Anything.

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.