O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy

There Is No Benefit In The Gifts Of A Bad Man.

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.

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

There Is Safety In Numbers.

Woman Is Woman's Natural Ally.