All The Survivors Of The War Had

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

I'll Teach You To Laugh At Something That's Funny!