There Is A Strength In The Even

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.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.