And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

I'm A People Person...who Drinks.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!