Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers -

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.