And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.