Blame the guy who doesn't speak Engish.
The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!
Now son, you donโt want to drink beer. Thatโs for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.