Will Cast The Spear And Leave The

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.