This Is The Way I've Always Thought

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.