And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech,

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

The Best Thing In The World [is] A Strong House Held In Serenity Where Man And Wife Agree.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.