So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful

Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.