...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Think Not To Match Yourself Against The Gods, For Men That Walk The Earth Cannot Hold Their Own With The Immortals.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.