O Athenians, What Toil Do I Undergo

Are You Still To Learn That The End And Perfection Of Our Victories Is To Avoid The Vices And Infirmities Of Those Whom We Subdue?

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!

We Of Macedon For Generations Past Have Been Trained In The Hard School Of Danger And War

How Great Are The Dangers I Face To Win A Good Name In Athens.

In The End, When It's Over, All That Matters Is What You've Done.