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I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

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It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

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Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

We're Goin Bowling. If We Don't Come Back, Avenge Our Deaths.

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

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Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp Of Light, And Drew Behind The Cloudy Vale Of Night.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

Of Sight Out Of Mind

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And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

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It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

Wants To Be Alone

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

Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

For They Imagined As They Wished--that It Was A Wild Shot,/ An Unintended Killing--fools, Not To Comprehend/ They Were Already In The Grip Of Death./ But Glaring Under His Brows Odysseus Answered: 'you Yellow Dogs, You Thought I'd Never Make It/ Home From The Land Of Troy. You Took My House To Plunder,/ Twisted My Maids To Serve Your Beds. You Dared/ Bid For My Wife While I Was Still Alive./ Contempt Was All You Had For The Gods Who Rule Wide Heaven,/ Contempt For What Men Say Of You Hereafter./ Your Last Hour Has Come. You Die In Blood.

Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or By Parents You Dog! I Only Wish I Were Savagely Wrathful Enough To Hack Up Your Corpse And Eat It Raw

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

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A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

And Not A Man Appears To Tell Their Fate.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

You Never Know When An Old Calendar Might Come In Handy! Sure, It's Not 1985 Right Now, But Who Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring?

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

We All Scribble Poetry.

A Gun Is Not A Weapon! It's A Tool, Like A Butcher's Knife, Or A Harpoon, Or An Alligator.

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I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.

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

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Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

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For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

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And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

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There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

Over The Wine-dark Sea.

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She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

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

Rage From The Iliad

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

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Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

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Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.

I'll Teach You To Laugh At Something That's Funny!

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

A Man Who Has Been Through Bitter Experiences And Travelled Far Enjoys Even His Sufferings After A Time

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.

I War Not With The Dead.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

I'm A People Person...who Drinks.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

But You, Achilles,/ There Is Not A Man In The World More Blest Than You--/ There Never Has Been, Never Will Be One./ Time Was, When You Were Alive, We Argives/ Honored You As A God, And Now Down Here, I See/ You Lord It Over The Dead In All Your Power./ So Grieve No More At Dying, Great Achilles.’ I Reassured The Ghost, But He Broke Out Protesting,/ ‘no Winning Words About Death To Me, Shining Odysseus!/ By God, I’d Rather Slave On Earth For Another Man--/ Some Dirt-poor Tenant Farmer Who Scrapes To Keep Alive—than Rule Down Here Over All The Breathless Dead.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

Achilles Glared At Him And Answered, "fool, Prate Not To Me About Covenants. There Can Be No Covenants Between Men And Lions, Wolves And Lambs Can Never Be Of One Mind, But Hate Each Other Out And Out An Through. Therefore There Can Be No Understanding Between You And Me, Nor May There Be Any Covenants Between Us, Till One Or Other Shall Fall

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Rage From The Iliad

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

No Tv And No Beer Makes Homer Something Something.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

Forgetful Youth! But Know, The Power Above With Ease Can Save Each Object Of His Love; Wide As His Will Extends His Boundless Grace.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

This Is The Way I've Always Thought It Should Be. We've Always Blamed Ourselves, But I Guess We Know What Cylinder Wasn't Firing!

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

Canada? Why Would I Want To Leave America Just To Visit America, Jr.?

Like Strength Is Felt From Hope, And From Despair.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick Dees World.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Union Rule 26: Every Employee Must Win 'worker Of The Week' At Least Once, Regardless Of Gross Incompetence, Obesity Or Rank Odor.

Be Both A Speaker Of Words And A Doer Of Deeds.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without A Glowstick.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

Aries In His Many Fits Knows No Favorites.

Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

It's Man's To Fight, But Heaven's To Give Success.

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

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

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

There Is Nothing Nobler Or More Admirable Than When Two People Who See Eye To Eye Keep House As Man And Wife, Confounding Their Enemies And Delighting Their Friends.

Without Tv, It's Hard To Know When One Day Ends And Another Begins.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

We Live In A Society Of Laws. Why Do You Think I Took You To All Those Police Academy Movies? For Fun? Well, I Didn't Hear Anybody Laughing, Did You?

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

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