There Is Not Any Advantage To Be

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Have Patience, Heart.

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket