After The Event, Even A Fool Is

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.