In The Hands Of Vicious Men, A

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

Friends Show Their Love In Times Of Trouble, Not In Happiness.

In This World Second Thoughts, It Seems, Are Best.

We Pay A High Price For Intelligence. Wisdom Hurts.

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.