Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.

Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?