Fear Is Stronger Than Arms.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

It Is An Easy Thing For One Whose Foot Is On The Outside Of Calamity To Give Advice And To Rebuke The Sufferer.