And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

Two Friends, Two Bodies With One Soul Inspired.