0930: #92 solved, and Lorick #93 A high flier, don't tell me I'm not

Lorick #92:

A high flier, don't tell me I'm not -

and why worry that things will get hot?

Fortunes wax and they wane;

what's that warning refrain?

Oops! I'm dropping, falling into the wat-

But first, we solve #93 - here it is one last time:

A life unexamined? A waste!

To question all things is my taste

For my feared elocution

you prescribe execution??

Fine. Western thinking, on mine, will be based!