Self-will In The Man Who

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.

Of Prosperity Mortals Can Never Have Enough.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

Justice Turns The Scale, Bringing To Some Learning Through Suffering.