Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.