No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'