There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For

The Company Of Just And Righteous Men Is Better Than Wealth And A Rich Estate.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

Courage May Be Taught As A Child Us Taught To Speak.

No One Is Truly Free, They Are A Slave To Wealth, Fortune, The Law, Or Other People Restraining Them From Acting According To Their Will.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.