The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.