The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.