If Your Life At Night Is Good,

The Best Of Seers Is He Who Guesses Well.

Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate. Incurable, In Each, The Wounds They Make.

Friendship Doubles Your Joys, And Divides Your Sorrows.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.