Even A Fool Learns Something Once It

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll Soon Suffer.