So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.