From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

The Minds Of The Everlasting Gods Are Not Changed Suddenly.

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.