There Is A Strength In The Even

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.