Hateful To Me As Are The Gates

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

I'm Like That Guy Who Single-handedly Built The Rocket And Flew To The Moon. What Was His Name? Apollo Creed?

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

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

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.