But Curb Thou The High Spirit In

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.

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

So, The Gods Don't Hand Out All Their Gifts At Once, Not Build And Brains And Flowing Speech To All. One Man May Fail To Impress Us With His Looks But A God Can Crown His Words With Beauty, Charm, And Men Look On With Delight When He Speaks Out. Never Faltering, Filled With Winning Self-control, He Shines Forth At Assembly Grounds And People Gaze At Him Like A God When He Walks Through The Streets. Another Man May Look Like A Deathless One On High But There's Not A Bit Of Grace To Crown His Words. Just Like You, My Fine, Handsome Friend.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.