You Know, The One With

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.