The Rule Of The Many Is Not

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

And For Yourself, May The Gods Grant You Your Heart's Desire, A Husband And A Home, And The Blessing Of A Harmonious Life. For Nothing Is Greater Or Finer Than This, When A Man And Woman Live Together With One Hear And Mind, Bringing Joy To Their Friends And Grief To Their Foes.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.