And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base

I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live Without Rageahol.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

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.