If You Are Very Valiant, It Is

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.