Sleep And Death, Who Are

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

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