For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

Over The Wine-dark Sea.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.