A Glorious Death Is His, Who For

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

We Men Are Wretched Things.

When A Woman Says Nothing's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong. And When A Woman Says Everything's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong! And When A Woman Says Something's Not Funny, You'd Better Not Laugh Your Ass Off!