I War Not With The Dead.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

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.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.