Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

When I Was Seventeen I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Purchased With A Fake Id My Name Was Brian Mcgee I Stayed Up Listening To Queen When I Was Seventeen

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.