The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.

She Spoke And Loosened From Her Bosom The Embroidered Girdle Of Many Colors Into Which All Her Allurements Were Fashioned. In It Was Love And Int Desire Which Steals The Mind Even Of The Wise.