Words Empty As The Wind Are Best

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?