There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

See How God Ever Like With Like Doth Pair, And Still The Worthless Doth The Worthless Lead!

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll Soon Suffer.