Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Life Is Not To Be Bought With Heaps Of Gold; Not All Apollo's Pythian Treasures Hold, Or Troy Once Held, In Peace And Pride Of Sway, Can Bribe The Poor Possession Of The Day.

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.