The Melancholy Joys Of Evils

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Nothing Feebler Than A Man Does The Earth Raise Up, Of All The Things Which Breathe And Move On The Earth, For He Believes That He Will Never Suffer Evil In The Future, As Long As The Gods Give Him Success And He Flourishes In His Strength; But When The Blessed Gods Bring Sorrows Too To Pass, Even These He Bears, Against His Will, With Steadfast Spirit, For The Thoughts Of Earthly Men Are Like The Day Which The Father Of Gods And Men Brings Upon Them.

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.