In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

The Journey Is The Thing.

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.