[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind,

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills