Blame The Guy Who Doesn't

Dreams Are Sent By God.

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.