The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

You Will Certainly Not Be Able To Take The Lead In All Things Yourself, For To One Man A God Has Given Deeds Of War, And To Another The Dance, To Another Lyre And Song, And In Another Wide-sounding Zeus Puts A Good Mind.

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.