Know From The Bounteous Heaven

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

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

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

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

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.