First You Don't Want Me To Get

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.