There Is A Strength In

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army