Servants, When Their Lords No

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.