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It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

Look Now How Mortals Are Blaming The Gods, For They Say That Evils Come From Us, But In Fact They Themselves Have Woes Beyond Their Share Because Of Their Own Follies.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.