I Live An Idle Burden To The

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.