War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble. >>
Love is not in our choice but in our fate. >>
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens >>
We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to. >>
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything w >>
Having seen and felt the end, you have willed the means to the realiza >>
Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.