Far From Me Be The Gift Of

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

The Minds Of The Everlasting Gods Are Not Changed Suddenly.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

The Rule Of The Many Is Not Well. One Must Be Chief In War And One The King.