It Is No Bad Thing To Be

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.