I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

Pine Needle Sorbet? Pine Needle Sorbet?! My Kids Do Not Eat Sorbet. They Eat Sherbet, And They Pronounce It Sherbert, And They Wish It Was Ice Cream!

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

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.