Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death
Over the wine-dark sea.
You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!
The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.