How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

The Force Of Union Conquers All.

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.