In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.