Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

Wine Enlivens The Human Soul.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.