Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.