Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due

To Learn Is To Be Young, However Old.

But Let The Good Prevail.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

Truth Is Always The First Casualty Of War.

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.