I Say No Wealth Is Worth My

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.