It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.