We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As

The High Strength Of Men Knows No Content With Limitation.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

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.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

For Know That No One Is Free, Except Zeus.