Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.