Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers -

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.