...an Old Man Is Twice

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

O, Let Him Pass. He Hates Him That Would Upon The Rack Of This Tough World Stretch Him Out Longer.

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.