Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

Wine Give Strenght To Weary Men. And And Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile. Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile. And Let Those Who Drink Not, But Austerely Dine, Dry Up In Law; The Muses Smell Of Wine. And No Poem Was Ever Written By A Drinker Of Water. And Bacchus Opens The Gate Of The Heart. And Might To Inspire New Hopes And Powerful To Drown The Bitterness Of Cares.