The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

These Nights Are Endless, And A Man Can Sleep Through Them, Or He Can Enjoy Listening To Stories, And You Have No Need To Go To Bed Before It Is Time. Too Much Sleep Is Only A Bore. And Of The Others, Any One Whose Heart And Spirit Urge Him Can Go Outside And Sleep, And Then, When The Dawn Shows, Breakfast First, Then Go Out To Tend The Swine Of Our Master. But We Two, Sitting Here In The Shelter, Eating And Drinking, Shall Entertain Each Other Remembering And Retelling Our Sad Sorrows. For Afterwards A Man Who Has Suffered Much And Wandered Much Has Pleasure Out Of His Sorrows.

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.