A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp Of Light, And Drew Behind The Cloudy Vale Of Night.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.