It Is A Wise Child That Knows

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!

Among All Men On The Earth Bards Have A Share Of Honor And Reverence, Because The Muse Has Taught Them Songs And Loves The Race Of Bards.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain