Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From Heaven Proceed The Woes Of Man: Heaven Doom'd The Greeks To Bleed.

Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't Know?

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.