And Empty Words Are Evil.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

Yet, Taught By Time, My Heart Has Learned To Glow For Other's Good, And Melt At Other's Woe.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.