Among All Men On The

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.