Only A Madman Would Give Good For

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.

The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men Together Is Noble Preservation Of Law.

Moderation, The Noblest Gift Of Heaven.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.