A Glorious Death Is His, Who For

So, The Gods Don't Hand Out All Their Gifts At Once, Not Build And Brains And Flowing Speech To All. One Man May Fail To Impress Us With His Looks But A God Can Crown His Words With Beauty, Charm, And Men Look On With Delight When He Speaks Out. Never Faltering, Filled With Winning Self-control, He Shines Forth At Assembly Grounds And People Gaze At Him Like A God When He Walks Through The Streets. Another Man May Look Like A Deathless One On High But There's Not A Bit Of Grace To Crown His Words. Just Like You, My Fine, Handsome Friend.

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.