No Trust Is To Be

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.