He Knew How To Say

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.