Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.