Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His

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

Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.