I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter

For They Imagined As They Wished--that It Was A Wild Shot,/ An Unintended Killing--fools, Not To Comprehend/ They Were Already In The Grip Of Death./ But Glaring Under His Brows Odysseus Answered: 'you Yellow Dogs, You Thought I'd Never Make It/ Home From The Land Of Troy. You Took My House To Plunder,/ Twisted My Maids To Serve Your Beds. You Dared/ Bid For My Wife While I Was Still Alive./ Contempt Was All You Had For The Gods Who Rule Wide Heaven,/ Contempt For What Men Say Of You Hereafter./ Your Last Hour Has Come. You Die In Blood.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Now What Is A Wedding? Well, Webster's Dictionary Describes A Wedding As The Process Of Removing Weeds From One's Garden.

It Is Equally Wrong To Speed A Guest Who Does Not Want To Go, And To Keep One Back Who Is Eager. You Ought To Make Welcome The Present Guest, And Send Forth The One Who Wishes To Go.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.