Dreams Are Sent By God.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

And For Yourself, May The Gods Grant You Your Heart's Desire, A Husband And A Home, And The Blessing Of A Harmonious Life. For Nothing Is Greater Or Finer Than This, When A Man And Woman Live Together With One Hear And Mind, Bringing Joy To Their Friends And Grief To Their Foes.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

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

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.