And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.

And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?

It's a hard life... but if I could, I would do it all again.

I can always get better. A lot of my ex-girlfriends don't think I'm funny.

I just hope I can get another personal best. If I can do that, I'll be satisfied.