A Man Who Has Been In Danger,

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought, Exaltation In The Changing Of The Muses; I Have Been Versed In The Reasonings Of Men; But Fate Is Stronger Than Anything I Have Known.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.