Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful,

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Nay If Even In The House Of Hades The Dead Forget Their Dead, Yet Will I Even There Be Mindful Of My Dear Comrade.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.