From Now On Walking Is My Beer

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.