Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

Zeus Does Not Bring All Men's Plans To Fulfillment.