Mix And Knead Together All

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

Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But Not Good For Much!

Do Not Bandy Words With Your Father, Nor Treat Him As A Dotard, Nor Reproach The Old Man, Who Has Cherished You, With His Age.

It Should Not Prejudice My Voice That I'm Not Born A Man, If I Say Something Advantageous To The Present Situation. For I'm Taxed Too, And As A Toll Provide Men For The Nation.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.