In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight,

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.