The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.

There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.

My Wife's Not Some Doobie To Be Passed Around! I Took A Vow On Our Wedding Day To Bogart Her For Life.