Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Have Patience, Heart.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.