Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far

I'll Teach You To Laugh At Something That's Funny!

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.