The Best Thing In The World [is]

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

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

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

You Will Certainly Not Be Able To Take The Lead In All Things Yourself, For To One Man A God Has Given Deeds Of War, And To Another The Dance, To Another Lyre And Song, And In Another Wide-sounding Zeus Puts A Good Mind.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.