Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

We're Goin Bowling. If We Don't Come Back, Avenge Our Deaths.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.