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The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.

One Who Contends With Immortals Lives A Very Short Life.