Wine Gives Strength To Weary

Rage - Goddess, Sing The Rage Of Peleus' Son Achilles, Murderous, Doomed, That Cost The Achaeans Countless Losses, Hurling Down To The House Of Death So Many Sturdy Souls, Great Fighters' Souls, But Made Their Bodies Carrion, Feasts For The Dogs And Birds, And The Will Of Zeus Was Moving Toward Its End. Begin, Muse, When The Two First Broke And Clashed, Agamemnon Lord Of Men And Brilliant Achilles.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

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