My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

So, The Gods Don't Hand Out All Their Gifts At Once, Not Build And Brains And Flowing Speech To All. One Man May Fail To Impress Us With His Looks But A God Can Crown His Words With Beauty, Charm, And Men Look On With Delight When He Speaks Out. Never Faltering, Filled With Winning Self-control, He Shines Forth At Assembly Grounds And People Gaze At Him Like A God When He Walks Through The Streets. Another Man May Look Like A Deathless One On High But There's Not A Bit Of Grace To Crown His Words. Just Like You, My Fine, Handsome Friend.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.