Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

Bodies Devoid Of Mind Are As Statues In The Market Place.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Whoso Neglects Learning In His Youth, Loses The Past And Is Dead For The Future.