Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

Let Joy Be Unconfined.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

Roll On, Deep And Dark Blue Ocean, Roll. Ten Thousand Fleets Sweep Over Thee In Vain. Man Marks The Earth With Ruin, But His Control Stops With The Shore.

It Is Odd But Agitation Or Contest Of Any Kind Gives A Rebound To My Spirits And Sets Me Up For A Time.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.