Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother

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

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.