Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That

Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

The Gods Have Sent Medicines For The Venom Of Serpents, But There Is No Medicine For A Bad Woman. She Is More Noxious Than The Viper, Or Than Fire Itself.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

Out Of Some Little Thing, Too Free A Tongue Can Make An Outrageous Wrangle.

If I Could Remake The World, I'd Banish Women, Send Them Away With All Their Trouble. Then Children Would Come From A Purer Source.