Tell Me, O Muse, Of

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.