One Falls To The Ground In Trying

I Drink For The Thirst To Come.

Remove Idleness From The World And Soon The Arts Of Cupid Would Perish.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

It Is Said, Proverbially, That Happy Is The Doctor Who Is Called In When The Disease Is On Its Way Out.

Appetite Comes With Eating.....but Thirst Goes Away With Drinking.