So It Is That The Gods Do

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why Everybody Does Everything.

For They Imagined As They Wished--that It Was A Wild Shot,/ An Unintended Killing--fools, Not To Comprehend/ They Were Already In The Grip Of Death./ But Glaring Under His Brows Odysseus Answered: 'you Yellow Dogs, You Thought I'd Never Make It/ Home From The Land Of Troy. You Took My House To Plunder,/ Twisted My Maids To Serve Your Beds. You Dared/ Bid For My Wife While I Was Still Alive./ Contempt Was All You Had For The Gods Who Rule Wide Heaven,/ Contempt For What Men Say Of You Hereafter./ Your Last Hour Has Come. You Die In Blood.

A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.