So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.