I Only Hope Those Rumors

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

If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll Soon Suffer.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.