Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.