Better To Flee From Death Than Feel

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.