Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

We All Scribble Poetry.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.