The Stars Never Lie, But

And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base Mankind, The Last, And Hardest, Conquest Of The Mind.

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men