Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.