Love Is Merely The Name

First Listen, My Friend, And Then You May Shriek And Bluster.

Tis Not For Us To Warn A Wilful Sinner; We Stay Him Not, But Let Him Run His Course, Till By Misfortunes Rous'd, His Conscience Wakes, And Prompts Him To Appease Th' Offended Gods.

Women, You Overheated Dipsomaniacs, Never Passing Up A Chance To Wangle A Drink, A Great Boon To Bartenders But A Bane To Us--not To Mention Our Crockery And Our Woolens!

Men Of Sense Often Learn From Their Enemies. It Is From Their Foes, Not Their Friends, That Cities Learn The Lesson Of Building High Walls And Ships Of War.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.