I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf,

Old People Don't Need Companionship. They Need To Be Isolated And Studied So It Can Be Determined What Nutrients They Have That Might Be Extracted For Our Personal Use.

So, The Gods Don't Hand Out All Their Gifts At Once, Not Build And Brains And Flowing Speech To All. One Man May Fail To Impress Us With His Looks But A God Can Crown His Words With Beauty, Charm, And Men Look On With Delight When He Speaks Out. Never Faltering, Filled With Winning Self-control, He Shines Forth At Assembly Grounds And People Gaze At Him Like A God When He Walks Through The Streets. Another Man May Look Like A Deathless One On High But There's Not A Bit Of Grace To Crown His Words. Just Like You, My Fine, Handsome Friend.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.