Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

A People's Wrath Voiced Abroad Bringeth Grave Danger, No Less Than Public Curse Pronounced.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.