It Is Always The Latest Song That

Like Strength Is Felt From Hope, And From Despair.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

Be Both A Speaker Of Words And A Doer Of Deeds.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.