Even A Fool Learns Something Once It

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

We Men Are Wretched Things.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death