Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

Married Love Between Man And Woman Is Bigger Than Oaths Guarded By Right Of Nature.