Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.