Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

When I Was Seventeen I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Purchased With A Fake Id My Name Was Brian Mcgee I Stayed Up Listening To Queen When I Was Seventeen

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

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.