The Hearts Of The Great

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

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.