So It Is That The Gods Do

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.

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

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills