By Their Own Follies They

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

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

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

Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.