But Here's The Joy: My

If You Can Look Into The Seeds Of Time, And Say Which Grain Will Grow And Which Will Not, Speak Then Unto Me.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.

A Noble Shalt Thou Have, And Present Pay; And Liquor Likewise Will I Give To Thee, And Friendship Shall Combine, And Brotherhood.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.