Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
It is better to watch people do stuff than to do stuff.
He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.