I've Gone Back In Time To When

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

And For Yourself, May The Gods Grant You Your Heart's Desire, A Husband And A Home, And The Blessing Of A Harmonious Life. For Nothing Is Greater Or Finer Than This, When A Man And Woman Live Together With One Hear And Mind, Bringing Joy To Their Friends And Grief To Their Foes.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.