To Labour Is The Lot Of Man

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.