The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!

Come, Weave Us A Scheme So I Can Pay Them Back! Stand Beside Me, Athena, Fire Me With Daring, Fierce As The Day We Ripped Troy's Glittering Crown Of Towers Down. Stand By Me - Furious Now As Then, My Bright-eyed One - And I Would Fight Three Hundred Men, Great Goddess, With You To Brace Me, Comrade-in-arms In Battle!

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

Young Men's Minds Are Always Changeable, But When An Old Man Is Concerned In A Matter, He Looks Both Before And After.