Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

The Childless Escape Much Misery.

Young Man, Two Are The Forces Most Precious To Mankind. The First Is Demeter, The Goddess. She Is The Earth -- Or Any Name You Wish To Call Her -- And She Sustains Humanity With Solid Food. Next Came Dionysus, The Son Of The Virgin, Bringing The Counterpart To Bread: Wine And The Blessings Of Life's Flowing Juices. His Blood, The Blood Of The Grape, Lightens The Burden Of Our Mortal Misery. Though Himself A God, It Is His Blood We Pour Out To Offer Thanks To The Gods. And Through Him, We Are Blessed.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour