To Labour Is The Lot Of Man

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

I Discovered A Meal Between Breakfast And Brunch.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.