Over The Wine-dark Sea.

The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.