If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll

But You, Achilles,/ There Is Not A Man In The World More Blest Than You--/ There Never Has Been, Never Will Be One./ Time Was, When You Were Alive, We Argives/ Honored You As A God, And Now Down Here, I See/ You Lord It Over The Dead In All Your Power./ So Grieve No More At Dying, Great Achilles.’ I Reassured The Ghost, But He Broke Out Protesting,/ ‘no Winning Words About Death To Me, Shining Odysseus!/ By God, I’d Rather Slave On Earth For Another Man--/ Some Dirt-poor Tenant Farmer Who Scrapes To Keep Alive—than Rule Down Here Over All The Breathless Dead.

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.