Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.