In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.