The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.