How Dark Are All The Ways Of

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

According To Success Do We Gain A Reputation For Judgement.

Your Very Silence Shows You Agree.

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.