We Mortals Hear Only The News, And

Urge Him With Truth To Frame His Fair Replies And Sure He Will For Wisdom Never Lies.

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

A Woman Is A Lot Like A Refrigerator. Six Feet Tall, 300 Pounds...it Makes Ice.

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

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.