Over The Wine-dark Sea.

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

If You're Gonna Get Mad At Me Every Time I Do Something Stupid, Then I Guess I'll Just Have To Stop Doing Stupid Things.