Far From Me Be The Gift Of

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.

Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?

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

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!