From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.