I Had Much Rather Be Adorned By

Ah Yes, The Gods Use Us Mortals As Footballs!

It Is Wretched Business To Be Digging A Well Just As Thirst Is Mastering You.

That Least Pleases Us Which Is Most Urged On Us.

Without Feathers It Isn't Easy To Fly: My Wings Have Got No Feathers. [lat., Sine Pennis Volare Hau Facilest: Meae Alae Pennas Non Habent.] [alt., Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy; My Wings Have No Feathers.]

Ones Oldest Friend Is The Best.