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Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

If You're Gonna Get Mad At Me Every Time I Do Something Stupid, Then I Guess I'll Just Have To Stop Doing Stupid Things.