'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.

Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.

By turns the nine delight to sing

Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.