Not At All Similar Are The Race

Rage - Goddess, Sing The Rage Of Peleus' Son Achilles, Murderous, Doomed, That Cost The Achaeans Countless Losses, Hurling Down To The House Of Death So Many Sturdy Souls, Great Fighters' Souls, But Made Their Bodies Carrion, Feasts For The Dogs And Birds, And The Will Of Zeus Was Moving Toward Its End. Begin, Muse, When The Two First Broke And Clashed, Agamemnon Lord Of Men And Brilliant Achilles.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.

Two Friends, Two Bodies With One Soul Inspired.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.