Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.