The Nobly Born Must Nobly

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

No One Who Lives In Error Is Free.

There Is No Bitterness To Be Compared With That Between Two People Who Once Loved.