The Minds Of The Everlasting Gods Are

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

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