No Trust Is To Be Placed In

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

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.

Look Now How Mortals Are Blaming The Gods, For They Say That Evils Come From Us, But In Fact They Themselves Have Woes Beyond Their Share Because Of Their Own Follies.

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!