Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

The Journey Is The Thing.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.