There Is Not Any Advantage To Be

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.