For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

It's A Man's Jobno Place For Women's Plans Here!what Lies Outside. Stay Home And Cause No Trouble.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.