Yet While My Hector Still

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

A Man's Life Breath Cannot Come Back Again-- No Raiders In Force, No Trading Brings It Back, Once It Slips Through A Man's Clenched Teeth.