Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers;

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.