Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.