Of Men Who Have A Sense Of

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Wine Sets Even A Thoughtful Man To Singing, Or Sets Him Into Softly Laughing, Sets Him To Dancing. Sometimes It Tosses Out A Word That Was Better Unspoken.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.