I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof Of Words, Debate. No Time For Speeches Now, It's Time To Fight.

A Decent Boldness Ever Meets With Friends.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

A Councilor Ought Not To Sleep The Whole Night Through, A Man To Whom The Populace Is Entrusted, And Who Has Many Responsibilities.