Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

See How God Ever Like With Like Doth Pair, And Still The Worthless Doth The Worthless Lead!

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.