To Heal Divisions, To Relieve

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

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.

Know From The Bounteous Heaven All Riches Flow.

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

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