A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

Zeus Does Not Bring All Men's Plans To Fulfillment.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.