When A Match Has Equal Partners Then

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

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.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.