I Am So Smart. I Am So

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Nay If Even In The House Of Hades The Dead Forget Their Dead, Yet Will I Even There Be Mindful Of My Dear Comrade.

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.