What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of

Out Of Some Little Thing, Too Free A Tongue Can Make An Outrageous Wrangle.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

Common Sense Is The Best Prophet.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.