The Roaring Seas And Many

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

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

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.