Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow

...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.

The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.