We're Goin Bowling. If We Don't Come

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

A Decent Boldness Ever Meets With Friends.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.