So It Is That The Gods Do

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.