The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
We can't all do everything.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
There's a snake hidden in the grass.