Not Vain The Weakest, If

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.