By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

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