I long for home, long for the sight of home.
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow.
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.
I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!