For I Am Yearning To Visit The

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

I'm A People Person...who Drinks.

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.