By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

Over the wine-dark sea.

If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.

We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Everyone knows rock n' roll attained perfection in 1974. It's a scientific fact.