I Say No Wealth Is Worth My

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

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