There Is Not Any Advantage To Be

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

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

It's Man's To Fight, But Heaven's To Give Success.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.