All Men Owe Honor To The Poets

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.