Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

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

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.