Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Nor Can One Word Be Chang'd But For A Worse.

Achilles Glared At Him And Answered, "fool, Prate Not To Me About Covenants. There Can Be No Covenants Between Men And Lions, Wolves And Lambs Can Never Be Of One Mind, But Hate Each Other Out And Out An Through. Therefore There Can Be No Understanding Between You And Me, Nor May There Be Any Covenants Between Us, Till One Or Other Shall Fall

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.