Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

And Not A Man Appears To Tell Their Fate.