Among All Men On The Earth Bards

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.