Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live Without Rageahol.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.