Among All Men On The Earth Bards

The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Suffering Is But Another Name For The Teaching Of Experience, Which Is The Parent Of Instruction And The Schoolmaster Of Life.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.