...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base Mankind, The Last, And Hardest, Conquest Of The Mind.