Sinks My Sad Soul With

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services!

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death