I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse'

He Lives Not Long Who Battles With The Immortals, Nor Do His Children Prattle About His Knees When He Has Come Back From Battle And The Dread Fray.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or By Parents You Dog! I Only Wish I Were Savagely Wrathful Enough To Hack Up Your Corpse And Eat It Raw

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.