Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

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