Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power

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!

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.