Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.